User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-5343292-20120813153758

Stragg's smile could have charmed an eagle from its roost as he gave a hearty chuckle "Aye, I `ave `eard great thin's told of your kind, ferret. True warriors! An' yew lookin' fer a gig, I imagine, Captin? I gots th' riches, an' yew gots th' guts. We bin lookin' fer somun o' skills ever since we docked" ''As he spoke, he tossed a leather purse upon the hard oak table, which burst open upon impact, spilling gold coins across the surface. Stragg's one eye twinkled'' "An' this is just a sliver o' what yew kin gain...What d'yer say?"